Nova Santorso Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Little secret, yesss—old folks boiled it, made tea. Tastes like death, cures coughs, they swore! Tried it once, spat it out, gagged—fuckin’ rank, precious! Still, grows anywhere, tough bastard. Reminds me of Mia, scrappy, survivin’. “You’re a liar!” she’d hiss—horehound’s a liar too, pretendin’ it’s harmless.

Postcard Campanile di Sant'orso Aosta Italy

Anyway, I clean up and head to the park, Parco della Resistenza. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There’s this group of kids playing soccer, and they’re loud as hell. I’m just tryna chill on a bench, but they’re kicking the ball everywhere. One kid almost nails me in the face. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But they just laugh. Kids, man.

A Summer Working in Santorso, Italy